Ayy, ayy, ayy, 5 a.m. in the parkin' lot (Yeah)
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots (Yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (Not)
I'm hard as a motherfucker, Scott La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (Heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (Artist)
Nigga, damn, nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah), nigga, damn
12 a.m. at the crib goin' ham (At the crib)
Rollin' green, countin' bacon, Sam, I am him (Him)
Windmillin' through the crowd, fan by fan (By fan)
Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?
Five niggas, one gram, we split it twenty, damn (Damn)